Screw You, New York, You're Not In Such Great Shape Either
I was walking along 4th Avenue in Brooklyn this morning when a delivery truck drove by in the opposite direction with a guy in a Mets cap sitting on the sideboard singing Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger." He pointed at me, and sung out louder when we made eye contact. I didn't know quite what to do, but he seemed friendly enough, and I like the Mets, if not Survivor, and its a sunny day and all, so I flashed him the devil's-horns "rock-on" sign. (Like I said, I didn't know what to do. He was communicating with me, it seemed to call for some response. And I'm a [...]
